"Or are they all fake bodies? Has the real one escaped?"
His gaze instantly became sharp as he began to investigate the traces of the other party's escape.
"No!"
It must be because the traces were too obscure, so he had to continue searching.
Seeing the other party's suspicious look, Song Shi found it hilarious.
Sometimes, what was true was hard to discern from what was false. Even though he was real, the Demon Prince thought that he was a fake.
Because in everyone's understanding, if a person was killed, they would die forever. It was impossible for them to be killed repeatedly.
After killing him more than ten times in a row, the Blood Demon Race's prince suddenly stopped and looked at Song Shi. "Enough. I admit that your means to escape are powerful. Scram!"
Song Shi's face twitched. "Continue killing me. If you can't even kill me, how can you kill my true body?"
